"My son, I covet your better acquaintance."
"You mean I—say so little?"
"You reveal yourself so little. Even your mother felt that, Hugh."
"I know it, father. And yet, as for you——"
"Yes—as for me——?"
"I've never seen you without wanting to tell out all that's in me." The pair smiled to each other.
"And you say that at last, now, you can do it?"
"Did I say that, sir?"
"Not in words. But you seem all at once to be seeing things—taking hold of things—in a new way."
"The things themselves are new, sir. They're small, but—somehow—they've helped me on."